Lyrics:

1992
Writer: Gary Josey

I walked upon the front porch, mama met me at the door
Said,'Son, I tried to call you, but you were on the road.'
She put her arms around me, said, 'It's bad news, you know.
Papa, he's been holding on, he don't have long to go.'

We all gathered around him, he had words to say
He talked about the good times and the good old USA
He talked about the music that we used to play
He looked out at the front porch, I could barely hear him say

They’re tuning up my fiddle, they've rosined up my bow
The angels are preparing for a country music show
I'm booked tonight in heaven, I must be on a roll
The band of angels needed a fiddle in their show

I guess sadness brings a memory when I was a boy
Sitting on that front porch, me and papa making noise
Back then we called it music, we was my mama's stars
The front porch was the Opry stage and the dream that took us far

Their tuning up his fiddle they've rosined up his bow
The angels are preparing for a country music show
He's booked tonight in heaven, he must be on a roll
The band of angels needed a fiddle in their show
The band of angels needed a fiddle in their show